Wed, 15 May 2019 Ever arrive somewhere and find that you are already there? Of course you haven’t, because that kind of thing just doesn’t shouldn’t happen. This is about the time it happened to me. It was a warm spring day. My wife and I had decided to meet at the local dog run after work, with her bringing the dog from home. It’s only a ten minute walk from my work, so I walked over.

A while back I played with ‘flash fiction’, and had a few pieces published on a site that publishes a new story every day. The definition of flash fiction varies depending on who says it, but 365 Tomorrows defines it as stories of less than 600 words. Here are my two published submissions.. Bringing Up Em The Inner Frontier

Thu, 14 Jun 2012 That was how my friend Rich used to answer the phone when he spent some time committed against his will at Creedmoor Psychiatric Center. Rich had threatened violence against his father and himself. Probably his sister too, but he did that even when he was of sound mind, so that doesn’t count. One day, driven to the end of his rope, his father called 911.. one thing led to another (there was some spitting on police officers I’m told) and Rich was committed.

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 Occasionally, life imitates art and you live out something that seems torn from a movie. This is the story of one of those times. The year was 1992 and I was involved in a high speed car chase through the streets of Manhattan. It was one of the most unlikely and exhilarating experiences of my life. It was a normal Saturday night. I was hanging out with three friends, pretty much my normal Saturday night crew.

Thu, 19 Apr 2012 The news that Levon Helm is on his death-bed has spurred me to finally write down something that’s been rattling around my head for almost 20 years. Save your neck, or save your brotherLooks like it’s, one or the otherOh, you don’t know, the shape I’m in!– The Band, The Shape I’m In It was the 7th of July, 1995. It was the Summer between my third and fourth years of college.